Right so the results are in, The twins will be returning so, this story is nearing its end. I've got over 3,000 views now and am really happy to say thanks to my recent favouritors and followers XxJokersBabyxX, Saissister, OleLivia, SweetFishsticks, QueenOfEpic, Firestar5277, pinkspring101, taylorjs1999, Zhaira the Zufli and Jinxed just in Time cheers all of you for reading this, I am happy that you guys are enjoying it as much as I am. So after all of the backward and forward mood swings and such, have some niceness. Now I can't write fluff or lovydovieness very well, so please criticise away.
"Yes really" Eddie smirked as he dropped his hand to the wound on her face, the clean cut, the slash upon her cheek. Taylor pushed herself up to become level with him. the bed creaked slightly. Last minute doubt clouded Taylor's mind, this guy has just beat me up and I'm going back to him? But in the end he is the person who needs help all the same.
Eddie grabbed the back of Taylor's neck softly and pulled her into him, at first Taylor was afraid that he'd hurt her again, but that went far out the window. Their lips were together, tongues tasting each other. Eyes shout even though such passion was being expressed.
Pulling away for breath and giving each other a moment to appreciate each other physically. The moment that just stuck, stayed sopped time itself.
Taylor's blonde fringe falling to the right, soft blue eyes with such care behind them, empathy, Pale skin with freckles littering her cheeks. Those cheeks flushed with rid because of the heat, the cut on the right side glistening and healing over. Her light pink lips parted to make way for slow exhales of breath.
Eddie's scared face from the hormone therapy, his face as a whole slightly blooded, but childlike in expression. Ice blue eyes, one slightly haemorrhaged than the other making the cold blue stand out even more, filled with a newfound love and glistening hope. Pale skin blotted with small rashes and scars, heavy breath escaping his mouth, his thumping heart rushing blood around his body making his fingertips pulse.
The stopping for that small moment was too much. The craving for more for the real body contact was beginning to grow between both of them. Their kissing fuelling them to roam their hands around each other. Although Taylor was still hurting from the fight, she forgot about the pain when he ran his hands around her.
But the kissing slowed down. Slowly. Stopped. Then they found themselves hugging, Eddie was gently swinging them side to side, like how a mother would comfort a child. Soothing. She could feel him breathing down her back as he leant his chin on her shoulder, clutching her gently.
Eddie definitely meant all that, he wanted to take it further. Much further. But to do that he knew it would in end in some horrific way. He'd end up killing her after that loving act. To reach that kind of ecstasy requires an open mind, something he dared not to have, his demons would seep in and kill the moment and he would end up paying for the whole thing even more of an emotional wreck, more of a killer, murderer, psychopathic misogynist. This is as far as I go, I can feel your wanting, your craving, but to go there you risk your life even more, darling he thought.
"Feeling better?" Taylor spoke quietly and softly, Something's wrong, have I done something?, that warmness is there but why have you stopped? what are you afraid of? she though holding Eddie.
"indefinitely" Eddie spoke, his voice a crackle, frog in your throat? "It is upsetting knowing you can't stay?" Eddie said sadly as he let Taylor have some breathing room "But it is for the best" he smiled as he continued. Truly it looked as though he was going to cry, how many times in his life has be been left to fend for himself? how many nights has he cried himself asleep knowing if he sleeps his nightmare will continue?
All Taylor did in response was fix her fringe and exhale heavily. What was with Eddie that made her act so differently? She wish she knew, was it strange that she was attracted to a mental patient? Probably.
This moment of silence felt like Taylor's fault, she wasn't near enough responding in the way her brain told her too. Looking at Eddie who held her small hands with such gentleness, he seemed to be examining every part of her. Rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, lightly smiling at the fragility of her nimble little fingers.
"How did you get your hand injured, darling?" He enquired as he lifted the bandage carefully.
"Trager had a stab at me" She answered pulling her hand away from Eddie's and rubbing it softly to see if It still hurt. The blood had coagulated and formed a unhardened scab, she'll definitely have to get that looked at properly.
"I always knew there was something sinister about that old man" Eddie frowned as he gestured for Taylor's hands, he liked the feel of her soft skin against his coarse fingertips "I always heard him talking about you with Dr Snow's guards... That one in the atrium said some vulgar things about you...awful" Eddie slipped partially "He shot at me, call it a little over self defence" he admitted.
"Well then" Taylor said quietly, not really knowing what to say, I'd never wish death on anyone. She looked past Eddie and towards the dress, attempting to get over what she'd just done.
Eddie looked behind him to see what she was distracted by. Ah, the dress, not exactly sure I made the correct measurements, I was not expecting to run into you my darling. "I never expected you'd have a shot at trying at on. I must say I could have done better stitching when I was younger. My hands don't posses the skill they used to have" he smiled as he moved off the bed.
"I couldn't even put two bits of fabric together when I was younger, never mind make a bloody dress" Taylor said loudly "...Sorry" She finished her sentence in the worst way possible, it was literally a 'bloody' dress.
"Your colloquialisms need no pardoning" Eddie couldn't help but laugh, the complete confusion of hearing a dialect completely unknown in the USA. "But textiles is hardly your area of expertise" He spoke happily watching her get off the bed, you are a small one aren't you Eddie thought. Taylor walked around the bed and stepped passed Eddie as they
both approached the dressed mannequin. "Here let me help you" Eddie lifted the dress of the dummy and handed it to Taylor, it was surprisingly light.
"I can manage with the rest" Taylor nodded as she lifted the dress up to further inspect it.
"I believe so" Eddie said, Why do you look upset? what are you scared of?, he backed up and pulled the curtain round to give her some privacy. She likes the dress, was it something I said?
Holding the dress in front of her, Taylor couldn't really believe the work that had went into it. This must've took him ages she thought. Taylor stood for a few seconds carefully undoing the laces at the top of the dress, pulling the top part away gently so she could make way for pulling the zip. Foe someone who doesn't enjoy dresses, she didn't know how she'd look, and then there was a reason not to wear them, a very valid one, other than being small.
"I cannot stand the wait, darling" Eddie smiled (thanks to Grievousorvenom for the bit I pinched from your review :3) as he stood facing the curtain watching Taylor's shadow cast against it.
"I like to take my time." Taylor said as she placed the dress on a nearby set of draws and removed her tank top. God, could you have said that any more promiscuously?. Then removing her jeggings and folding them neatly and dropping them to the floor. Picking up the dress she tilted her head at the at the patch of dark on the thing, blood and again the thought of how many people had worn it before her.
No wonder she doesn't wear anything really showing, Eddie thought as he peaked around the curtain. All of those scared. Staring at Taylor in her undergarments was more scary than arousing. The large scares criss-crossed on her legs and also on her body, climbing up her back and her shoulders, surrounded by discolorations of the skin dotted all over. How can someone survive all of that?
"I don't appreciate peeping toms" Taylor spoke aggressively as their eyes met, Eddie immediately stepped away building an apology in his head but her was stopped "I know what it's like to have people push you to find out what's happened I your past" Then silence, but what sounded like a muffled scoff from Taylor/
"Our predicaments are of pure difference" Eddie answered, he could hear Taylor's anger reverberate through the curtain.
"We still were tortured, mistreated, put in situations we couldn't handle. But that was just of Kurt, you haven't felt the pain of war" Taylor said angrily but her voice pitched at the end of her sentence, but the crying wasn't going to start yet. She stepped into the dress and shimmied it up her, the proportions were out a little.
"maybe not but..." Eddie was going to continue but he was drown out by Taylor's sorrowed and annoyed ranting.
"Yeah I know not all trauma is the same, it fucks you up either way. At least you had some form of home until it dimmed and went. I had none, nothing, nout, stuck in the back of beyond, sand bloody everywhere..." Taylor stopped as she struggled to get the top half of the dress passed her chest "Bang. Explosions, mortars then terrorists. Bastards" Taylor continued, stuck fully and explaining a past of which Eddie had never heard, he always asked her about her home in England but this was way darker than that.
"You can stop" Eddie tried to get passed Taylor's shroud of unhappiness.
"I save people, it's what I do.. I did. Captured, beaten, tortured, nearly beheaded, then the Americans finally got up of their fat arses and decided to save some of the Britons who weren't already drowning in their own blood" Taylor kept going, the trail of destruction was still fresh in her mind and she managed to get over the part of the dress that was most restricting.
"Listen. Stop. Darling, its over..." Eddie pushed past the curtain and walked over to Taylor who was shaking a struggling to pull the zip up by herself.
"I leave, discharged on medical grounds. But get rehired by a company I've never heard of, I barely got this diploma in psychology. Murkoff corp, threw me in at the deep ends..." Taylor was breathing fast and Eddie could see her holding back her tears.
"All in the past..." Why did I look? Eddie stepped forward and stood squarely in front of Taylor, placing both his hands on her arms and trying to get her to look at him, as he steadied her he saw her lips moving but no words were emerging that he could hear "Darling?"
"I was recovering slightly by talking to some of yous but... after Kurt, I just couldn't..." Taylor continued as she stared dead forward. No emotion registered on her face, only her balled fists served as the conduit for her feelings.
Eddie was trying to think of something nice to say, clear the air and cheer up the mood, but there was nothing but his own demons torturing him."Might I add you look stunning in that dress my dear Taylor" Speaking his mind anciently she looked up, she reacted hurtfully at her injured hand, she was squeezing them too tight.
"No" Taylor turned to face the window and tried to look past the light murkiness of the window and into the darkness of the night.
"Yes" Eddie stood behind Taylor and looked at the half raised zip up her back "Just because you have scars doesn't mean you should be afraid of what people think" he seen Taylor tense up "But in the end you can do what you wish. you're always going to be beautiful to me" Eddie pulled the zip up and felt the resistance on both sides as it neared her shoulder blades. I knew I should have allowed some room. "apologies for the tight fit"
"Well I can't really run away properly now, this has restricted my lungs" Taylor attempted to joke, still turned away from Eddie. She realised he hadn't tied the pieces of ribbon at the top of her back above were the zip had stopped. Why do I have such mood swings, I get more angry with myself, then get even more emotional etcetera.
"That joke has certainly soured, darling" Eddie spoke seriously as Taylor turned "Here" he held the gloves and passed them to Taylor.
"Thanks, I still can't believe you made all this, I mean it must've took you age" She spoke, as her emotion slowly creeped back into her.
"Enough about me darling. You're clearly frightened of something, tell me how did you come to get here?" Eddie spoke as he walked past Taylor and sat on a seat near the window, slightly hunched over in interest, like a child waiting for a story to be told.
"Blaire locked the lift in the male ward, i had to walk throughout the darkness. Trager got me, hence…" taylor held her injured hand "he injected me with some anaesthesia, I could hardly stand up, then I get knocked out completely by a patient who took me down to the chapel" Taylor breathed trying to stop herself from remembering the taste of Trager.
"So you seen the priest then?" Eddie asked watching Taylor flex her hands in the gloves, once again way too large for her.
Taylor shuddered "Not just him. The twins. The complete picture" Nothing like two mental naked blokes touching you to put you off… well EVERYTHING!
"Not pleasant" Eddie said disgusted. What would the priest want with you?
"I didn't know you knew them?" Taylor's tone was shocked and between her trying to think of happier things than that taller twin grabbing her, that was os no significance.
"Who else could I employ to get all those bodies? Negotiation was only through a looked gate though, in somewhat darkness… Tip don't look down" Eddie pushed himself up, still visibly agitated with something and took the headdress off of the mannequin.
"Easy for you, you're of similar height. I'm small" Taylor gestured to herself, she showed how the dress trailed on the floor, probably more than intended, What do you mean by 'negotiation'?, you didn't make some sort of deal with them did you? Taylor thought. "You can't help but not, they're just.. there" she seemed a bit embarrassed but has been used to far worse.
Eddie smiled at Taylor's exaggeration "Now, now, darling don't make that a habit' he placed the headdress on her head, it seemed to be the only part other than the waist of the dress to fit. Size doesn't always matter.
"Oh, and I got thrown through a window by a mysterious force, real cold..." Taylor stopped as she looked at Eddie who seemed worried.f"Like a ghost?" he asked slowly
Taylor nodded slowly "Yeah, pretty harshly too"
"Different subject now, I heard too much of The Walrider to last a lifetime" Eddie spoke quickly as he stepped back and walked around Taylor. The Walrider!? it's loose, how did I not realise!? Black mist, freaking nano swarm. Hell I'm in trouble if that thing is following me. Hell, I've overstepped my mark, is this what I get for being a part in all this? Taylor's thoughts were frantic. "So what is with this then..." Eddie prodded Taylor's left shoulder, she reacted by grumbling and trying to swat his hand away before he decided to poke it again.
"I ran into Walker, kinda self explanatory" Taylor rolled her left shoulder forward and spoke more slower this time, concentrating on not remembering the brutality "Jace was killed but, you didn't like him anyway" Taylor was hit by a short wave of sadness, poor Jace.
"No, he seemed to treat you nicely, better than the other one you had before" Eddie went round Taylor again, making amendments of the dress mentally.
"I don't really want to tell you what happened after The Walrider pushed me and I landed in the canteen" Taylor scrunched up her face, how little the light was in there, it made it worse, seeing a way out but not being able to reach it "Lets just say it ended with sibling rivalry, thank God" she shuddered and fidgeted in the dress. "I traversed a roof, slipped, landed..."
"You talk to Dennis?" Eddie said as he stopped in front of Taylor, looking a little concerned "I haven't heard him in a while, I'm rather worried for his welfare/ I hear him scutter around now and then but he's been awfully quiet" Eddie wandered round and stopped behind Taylor and harrumphed.
"Yeah. He's really afraid of you" Taylor continued as she continued to fidget, she tried not to show it physically because it is the thought that counts. "He thought you were going to go up there and get him"
"I was never that desperate." Eddie smiled "But then again I'm not surprised either, many people are afraid of the unknown. But he is a lot less broken than me... . And thus you are here" he stopped again behind Taylor and stroked her hair, moving it all across and over her shoulder, it made her freeze, the cold air made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she had a little shudder.
"Isn't there some saying hat it's unlucky to see the bride before her wedding?" Taylor spun round, the movement made the veil fall over her face, and what could only be described as walking into a spiders web was her reactions. Splutters.
Eddie chuckled at her reaction as he lifted the veil over the wooden antlers, is this how it feels to be in love? A warm smugness, something I can't quite figure out? This feeling has no words to describe it his thoughts were all innocent as he fell upon Taylor's gaze "Something like that, but I don't believe you can be any more unlucky."
Taylor had a walk around in the dress, to see the happiness on Eddie's face was worth all the butterflies in her stomach. The discolorations matched the environment as a whole, all dirty, but Taylor didn't care Eddie was worth all the palava and more.
"I stopped by your room to get your clothes" Eddie spoke as he watched Taylor twirl, she was infatuated with the fabric catching the air and spinning along with her "And a few things I put in the dressing table" he gestured to the dresser with the broken mirror above it.
"Well, the most understanding man ever" Taylor smiled as she walked around the bed and towards the dresser. It was funny Taylor wasn't really looking forward to wearing it but, now that it was on she felt as if the weight had been lifted of her shoulders and well felt more feminine.
"Ah, Ah, Ah" Eddie hurriedly stepped towards her and held her side, Taylor looked down at her side confused "there" he had pulled a stray thread out, although it made it look no better he was glad it didn't catch on anything and rip the whole thing apart.
As Taylor sat down on the chair facing the dresser she struggled to sit down, dresses aren't the best thing to sit down in, "did you get mad?" she pointed at the mirror while trying to breathe, this dress is restraining.
"No, it was like that when I came here" Eddie said a little disrespected as he sat back on the bed observing his bride, does she really think I'm that insecure? Scared of my own reflection?
"Lets have a look then. Not that I own a very large variation of clothes like" Taylor opened the first draw, and to her surprise, he had actually got nearly all of her clothes then a jingle made her stop and look was that my imagination?
"I was thinking that you don't own much" Eddie was watching Taylor sift though the draws. The keys were still rattling and when Taylor found them her smile faded fast, anti-climatic. "My car is more expensive and its a better alternative than walking" Taylor's smiled but then bit her lip, at least I won't have to break my window though, I can't just leave him.
Then few thuds and a bang sounded off. Holy crap that was loud! Taylor and Eddie Jumped.
"What was that?" Eddie turned his head to face the noise, the loud bang echoed, he stepped up and opened the door, they both stood waiting for any further noise.
"Sounds like trouble found me again" Taylor removed her headdress and gloves and got up to stand in the doorway with Eddie. The blood was returning to her legs and as she looked at Eddie he mirrored her confused look at the noise. His jaw twitched like he was going to say something but moved as he mouthed something Taylor didn't catch. They walked out into Harper's office room, so dark like it was before but the soft light of the saw room was edging through the thin window of the door. The papers Eddie had collected still sat on the long desk running along the wall, Taylor walked over to them, the sketches were very intricate but the biology was heavily inaccurate, for any poor sod who was his subject she hoped they had a quick passing.
They walked back into the saw room and Taylor had another moment of examining her surroundings, the dead body of Eddie's 'former bride' still attached to the concrete pillar, slouched and covered in blood, no sound or nothing emerging from him, is that why Eddie refused to admit they were dead, just in a sleeping or comatose state? Taylor pondered, as Eddie stepped slowly towards the hallway leading to the atrium. The flies still were circling around and lingering, potent, smell of blood got stronger, rotting flesh, decomposing organs, all telling Taylor the atrium was receiving some steady draft.
Those hanging bodies were still there, but three had fallen to the ground, they were still bound to the rope in some way. Taylor held her belly and kept her eyes down, she was used to gore but this was just sick. What possessed you to do this? and why!?.
"I don't understand?, this shouldn't happen, those knots were pulled tight and the ropes taught" Eddie still sounded confused as he crouched down and picked up a rope that held one of the bodies, he examined it, looking at it closely. I can't think, my mind is not clear.
Taylor looked at the rope, trying to bend over to look closer but the dress didn't permit it. "That didn't snap..." if that was snapped the strands would look different "...That was cut" Eddie looked back at Taylor in disbelief.
"I let none of them live, and there's no one here that walks through here without me knowing" Eddie stood back up and through the cut rope on the floor aggressively.
Taylor gestured to the open atrium door leading to outside "That can't be good" she gulped, I'm in a dress, I have no hope in hell if I want to run.
"That was locked shut... Who dares to disturb me while I work!" he shouted loudly "Do I have to find you and cut you?!" Eddie continued fiercely.
"I'm going to go and get changed. When all this lulls, I promise we'll have a dance" Taylor smiled but her gut told her that this bad vibe was going to get worse.
"Be careful, I hate to think of you suffering without me" Eddie looked at Taylor who was walking away, he waited for her to disappear down the hallway "You can come out now, just don't hurt her..." He spoke loudly, the echo carried through the atrium but there was no answer. Just silence.
With Taylor
Back through the hallways it was quiet and being in that dress made it even more uncomfortable. The darkness gave Taylor a strange sense of comfort, the feeling of being alone for a while. As she opened the door into the bedroom the eeriness was accompanied by rain pattering on the window.
Changing slowly and taking some time to examine the fresh set of bruises she had received from he beating of Eddie, she sighed lightly while looking at the broken mirror, at least she was going to be out of that dress, this reminded her of Havisham, although the dress was nice enough, the thought and all, still not as fitting as her normal clothes. Putting her black tank top and jeggins, she took a look out the window, condensation and water droplets, but taking a look into the Colorado sky, dawn was a long was away.
Taylor had placed the dress back neatly on the mannequin, she felt all dirty again, she wanted to go back in the shower. When Taylor turned her back the feeling of incompleteness returned to her, picked up her keys and tossed them in between her hands irritated at something she couldn't place, then putting her keys in her pocket she decided to leave her lab coat and only take her ID badge.
The corridors seemed a lot more daunting now without her dress, she no longer blended into the gloominess of the asylum's environment. The scribed writing upon the walls, the locked doors forcing a victim to go back to the dark, the blooded footprints all around, the possibility that they belonged to someone who got out and the temptation to follow them. Looks can be deceiving, the only functioning locker in a room full of broken ones, one way in only one way out. You're lucky I came along Waylon, real lucky, I wish I had that type of karma.
To go back to that atrium, why can't I just leave? Taylor held her ands and looked at the ring, then at the faded address on her bandage, she could imagine Trager saying 'That's what you get for being involved with a patient' Dick.
Taylor paced slowly into the stench of the atrium, has he still not closed that door, it's freezing, maybe I should've brought my coat. he eyes were fixed on her feet. The air was so thick with death, but something made her look up, she looked up smiling as her head rose, however her smile dropped as she seen the tall and steggy figure facing him, it was the smaller one.
One... Just one.
Feeling herself panic her legs ignored her brain, again, stepped back and thought she hit a wall. A wall, walls weren't warm. attempting to run forward she got caught by the hands of the taller twin. The left hand over her mouth and the other holding a machete against her abdomen. she couldn't scream, if she moved she would be cut. she could do nothing but try and think happy thoughts.
"Lets see what happens when I slit your belly open" The taller twin spoke lowly in her ear. The large man was too powerful for Taylor to try and wriggle out of his grasp.
Eddie looked angry but his concern was also filling up, foolish acts would happen if he didn't concentrate and right now, what the twins would do to Taylor only thing he could see in his mind.
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Right sorted, sorry for being negligent in November I've been writing this up in my book and changing it so many times. Hop you guys enjoyed it and don't forget to spread the word. Please review, criticism and positivity are greatly appreciated. Thank you guys. :3